Being a passerby in HP female protagonist fanfiction

Don't read before bed.

My classmate Xiaoming tried his best to persuade me.

I remained expressionless, seemingly oblivious, muttering "right away, right away" to myself, while my eyes lingered on the sight.

"Just a few pages left, I'll finish reading them soon."

[…] Xiaoming was speechless. He even wrote out the six dots of the ellipsis for me, trying to let me know his feelings from the handwriting.

I feel a little guilty.

But this slight feeling of guilt wasn't enough to make me give up the thick, nearly finished book in my hand.

There's no way around it, there are just too few entertainment options these days, and I don't like exercising anyway. With my amazing little Buddy taking care of me, I just want to lie around all day and never leave the house.

Me: I'm in good spirits, please don't disturb me.

Constantly practicing magic or studying isn't a good idea. I thought about what I could do and finally decided to read some bestsellers.

When searching for secondhand books, I made sure to buy a variety of different books, like opening a blind box – knowing only the cover and not the contents, to see if there would be any surprises.

Sure enough, I found a lot of strange things in the pile of old books, from ancient magic textbooks to popular novels with exciting content, and even someone else's melancholy diary—don't get me wrong, it wasn't Voldemort's, it was signed by someone else. After discovering that it was a diary, I wisely didn't read it.

As for the novel I'm reading now, I started reading it right away and didn't take a break. Even though it's already late, I can't contain my excitement and haven't gone to sleep. My friend Xiaoming is already urging me to go.

But it wasn't because the book was good, but because it shattered my conventional thinking.

At first, I was full of confidence: After more than ten years of reading Chinese online novels, what haven't I seen! A mere British novel is nothing to me.

My pupils were wide open in shock: I've never seen anything like this before.

So shocked and disoriented that his worldview was shattered, he stared wide-eyed, unable to look away.

This book, with its chaotic yet vulgar plot, its vulgarity tinged with pure love, and its pure love feeling like it's feeding the reader scum, mixed with elements of infidelity, love triangles, love quadrangles, love pentagons, struggles, youth, and melodrama, left me utterly speechless after just one glance.

The female lead loves the male lead, the male lead loves the second female lead, the second female lead seems to like the third female lead, the third female lead likes the male lead's younger brother, and the female lead, after learning about the third female lead, miraculously falls for her as well, while simultaneously becoming entangled with the male lead...

This is so complicated. Is this something I should be reading at my age?

After the initial shock, I inexplicably felt a strong urge to finish watching it.

To borrow a famous saying, you shouldn't watch anything outrageous, but you absolutely must watch something this outrageous.

I read this book with a sense of shock, and the more I read, the more shocked I became, and the more wonderful the world seemed.

After finally turning the last few pages and learning that the protagonist was two-timing and deeply entangled in a love triangle, resulting in a tragic ending, I breathed a sigh of relief and lay on the bed like a cuddly doll, my whole body filled with a sense of emptiness and loss.

It's a terrible novel, but it ended badly.

I feel like my life has been wasted again.

My brain is working at high speed.

Xiao Ming remained silent, his resolute back view a testament to my neglect of my studies and my disordered schedule.

Now that you've finished watching, it's time to rest.

It coldly and ruthlessly threw the words in front of me.

It's almost midnight now.

My heart skipped a beat... Okay, it's okay.

In the past, I could stay up all night without any problem, but now that I'm still growing, I need to get enough sleep, otherwise I'll feel extremely tired.

I quickly tidied up my sleeping position, turned off the lights, and went to bed in one smooth motion, pulling the covers over myself and closing my eyes.

Damn it, as soon as I close my eyes, those outrageous scenes reappear in my mind.

Can't sleep.

I started to tossing and turning.

Even Xiaoming's magical dreams couldn't save me. I tossed and turned in bed until midnight, struggling like a salted fish, before finally drifting off to sleep in a daze.

The end result, of course, was that when I woke up the next day, I felt dizzy and lightheaded, my eyes were slightly swollen, and I stumbled into the living room with unsteady steps.

"Claire." The young man's voice was gentle, but as soon as I heard it, I couldn't help but want to shrink back.

"Good morning, Gavin," I said.

"Good morning." Little Barty brought out breakfast, looked me over carefully, and then frowned.

"Claire...you stayed up all night again?"

"Hmm..." I started to feel guilty.

It's been almost half a month since the holiday started, and the time between me and Little Badi has decreased a lot. He seems to be completely immersed in playing the role of a family member, and there's nothing wrong with his every word and action.

"Claire needs to rest at her age," Little Barty sighed, a rare look of distress on his face, like a helpless parent watching their stubborn child.

I:"……"

Me: "I'll be careful."

Enough! This awful parental scent that's attached itself to Little Barty.

After breakfast, I didn't take a nap, afraid I wouldn't be able to sleep again that night. With nothing else to do, I took care of the few potted plants I had planted and put them in the backyard, including two mandrakes.

Let me think... Mandrake was known to wizards before the Middle Ages, and there are many legends and rumors about it. Its roots are shaped like a human, and when it is pulled out, it will produce a huge, sharp scream that attacks the mind and eardrums of the collector, and in severe cases, it can even cause death.

Mandrake can be used to break spells or remove transformations, and it can also be used for anesthesia. However, because its plant contains hallucinogenic properties, it cannot be used directly for treatment. It is mostly used as an ingredient in potions and is relatively expensive. Since it is a wild plant, there is currently no universally applicable large-scale artificial cultivation technology, and most of it is still grown or collected by individuals.

Fortunately, I learned about mandrake in my first year of high school. It's a herb that I often encounter and that has a wide range of uses. As a Hogwarts student, it's normal for me to want to try growing it. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain why I bought it.

Little Barty was very supportive of me. After confirming that my request was reasonable, he immediately prepared the tools and materials for herb cultivation and enthusiastically built a greenhouse in the backyard. In all the time we've known each other, I've never seen him exhibit any coercive behavior. Although he sometimes tries to make me rely on his ideas, I can still manage.

I manipulate the clear water like a spring to water my beloved plants.

Mandrake needs a moist environment. Be careful not to get scratched by any of its parts, as the exposed parts contain trace amounts of toxins. Fortunately, it doesn't have any thorns.

I put on thick garden gloves, checked the growth of the mandrake leaves, and wrote it down.

I worked diligently all morning.

Planting experience +10.

Little Bati is no longer in the house. He told me he found a suitable and flexible job, and he goes out at a fixed time every day. I've been working while I was in school... To be honest, I'm a tiny bit worried that he might have gone out to commit murder and robbery.

Damn it, although the possibility is slim, what if, I mean what if, Little Barty might actually be able to do a good job? We can't jump to conclusions. The current situation clearly involves another force that could shake up the plot.

Barty Jr. was released almost three years ahead of schedule.

Remember, this is not the original world, but a fan-made world full of stereotypes.

Draco could also be portrayed as a haughty, fair-skinned, kind-hearted handsome young man; Snape could be a great headmaster who loves his students despite his hypocrisy; and Barty Jr. could never be completely evil in fan fiction. Voldemort has been redeemed and given a forced happy ending, let alone Barty Jr., whose looks and intelligence are always on point.

He must have done all sorts of bad things. Leaving aside the original work, at least in this fanfiction, it is clearly stated that Barty Jr. did not do what Neville's parents did.

He was wronged by his father.

Imprisoned, his soul was taken away, he lost himself, and at the same time, he "lost" his father.

Filled with immense pain and hatred, he escaped after his identity was exposed, then killed his father, Barty Crouch Sr., killed Fudge, and was finally defeated by Willotte.

But so what? Doing one less bad thing doesn't change Little Barty's villainous nature.

He remains deeply sinful.

The same goes for Willotte.

She is the third-generation Dark Lord. Since she is tainted by "darkness," it is destined that her hands will not be clean.

But she is, after all, a female protagonist with high moral standards, so even if she's corrupted, she won't be too corrupt, and she won't inexplicably kill an innocent person.

That's what fan fiction is like; beneath a dark backdrop lies a layer of elevated moral filters.

I am truly grateful for that.

Willow later recovered and suppressed most of Voldemort's remaining forces, such as certain stubborn pure-blood families, some conservatives in the Ministry of Magic, and... armed forces growing in the shadows.

Since Barty Jr. has already broken free a few years ago, if he puts in the effort, he might be able to clear his name or switch sides and join Willotte's forces.

But then again, what does it matter to me what happens to Barty Jr.?

If it doesn't involve me, I will remain completely indifferent and watch Barty meet his end.

Whatever it is.

...This is the best way for me to thank him for his companionship and care.

I had already thought it through from the beginning.

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